Famous last words: Time to print!!!
Finished, right? Maybe, but I ought to run the spellchecker, just in case.
Tools>Spelling and Grammar…
IGNORE. IGNORE. ACCEPT. IGNORE, darn it! IGNORE. This is art. I need that one long twenty-line sentence with no commas. It’s not a run-on sentence; it’s my creative signature!
Finally: Nirvana, all is right with the world, yes, this is it, this is exactly what I wanted to say—there is not one single thing I can do to improve this.
Time to print!
And the printer rouses with a groan, coughing and wheezing, making anxious little paper-crumply noises. Ink cartridges flexing back and forth: Batter’s on deck.
(This printer knows what it’s in for. This printer is no dummy.)
Out they come, page after page of gorgeous black-on-white perfection—my best ever! I snatch them off the tray, take a victory lap around the house, and plunk them in the center of the kitchen table. Ha!
Light the gas under the kettle, teabag in the cup, a dash of sugar and 2% milk. Whistling, I settle my mug at the table to gloat over my masterpiece.
Darn. Where’d I put the pen?
Okay just a little tweak here. And there. Oh, and there, that’s much funnier—done.
Back to the office, type in the changes. Voila! Time to print!!!!
Printer: Back so soon?
Me: Mind your own business. Continue reading